"You look lopsided. I could help you with that," you offer, giggling a bit.
"Really? You wouldn't mind being churned up into my cum to be sprayed where ever I decide?" she asks, she obviously doesn't object to the idea.
"Of course not. The only person capable of cock vore I've met before was my dad, and it's understandable why he wouldn't want his little girl climbing up there." Not that I haven't tried, you think to yourself.
"Well then, how about you slip out of those clothes? Don't want to hit somebody in the face with a shoe. You understand." The secretary, Samantha by the tag on her desk, steps in front of it and let's you get a good view of her lower body. She didn't bother covering back up after her previous meal, which you can still seem shifting about.
Eagerly you kick off your shoes and slip out of your shirt and pants while simultaneously stumbling towards Samantha. She helps you remove your bra as you slide your panties off your hips. "Would you like to have a little fun before you fill me up?" she asks as you pull off your socks.
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